So, this weekend was pretty cool. My sweetie and I got to see Jordi Savall perform. I’ve loved his viol playing ever since I saw “All The Mornings Of The World” right after graduating from high school. Lovely lovely show.

Saturday was sweet. Well, most of the day was doing chores and errands, but after that I went to the local café just to putter on my laptop with story ideas and emails, well, and to just get out of the house. Since my office is in our home, I need respite here and there. And by chance there was a lovely folk singer performing. All covers, so, nothing revolutionary, but it was relaxing and sweet background to go with a warm cuppa.

Tuesday I got back to the drawing studio (missed last week). Nothing brilliant, but good to just draw the figure and say hello to my art buddies there.

Green and pink are essentially complementary colors. When they’re mixed together we get a shade of what we Earth people call “brown.” Oddly, it isn’t that rare on this planet. The kid may have more problems trying to fit in with antennae and no nose.

Green and red do make brown with the right balance, but… well, when Emily says “pink” she means Dimitri’s skin color. And with a bunch of green thrown in it would be more of an olive or army green, like his jacket.

It’s actually amazing how many shades of people there are on Earth. Including “olive” (look it up).

It’s like going into a paint store. Some paint company ought to construct a color palette of as many shades of human skin as they could duplicate, and gave each one a cool artistic name like real paint colors. You could get yours electronically matched like they do with paint samples.

“I’m not ‘black.’ I’m “Burnt Summer Walnut.”

The good news is that with thousands of colors to pick from we’d create so many new subgroups of people that the whole “subgroup” crap might collapse entirely.

Everybody would be down at the Shade Register, checking out what color they are, or using apps plugged into their smartphone cameras. There would be great prestige in having a skin color that didn’t have an exact match on file, and making them create a new name for the Register. Enthusiastic interbreeding would result in even more new color names and, incidentally, a more robust genetic profile for humanity as a whole.

Of course, with sun exposure and normal aging, a single person could work their way through several color names. There would be some competition in seeing how many you could legitimately accumulate by creative tanning, or maybe chowing down on too much beta carotene.